Elizabeth Ann Scarborough Last Refuge

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rider in white robes carrying a flaming sword. The rider's eyes were fiery red, and as he reined in next to
them, causing the horse to rear threateningly above them, he demanded, "What are you infidel spirits
doing in Allah's air space?"
"How are you planning to thaw him out?" Inez asked, rubbing her forearms with her mittened hands.
"Tantric magic," Chime said, and thought silently,if I can remember how it works orifmyformer self
informs me. So that Inez, who was already frightened, would not hamper her efforts by lack of
confidence in her, Chime commanded in a firm voice, "You watch the entrance."
"As if I could help it," Inez said.
Chime lit the prismatic lantern with the magnesium candle, the cold colored light bouncing off the
ice-sepulchered bodies embedded in the sides of the cave. The pilot seemed to be running toward her,
the fingers of his hands outstretched. She stretched her own and pressed them to his. The cold of the ice
burned her skin, sending chills up her fingertips to her shoulders, her back, and neck.
And yet, you need not be cold,a voice from within her said.Breathe the tumo fire breath, create the
fire within you, and you too can sit naked on a snowbank and have ice water poured over you and
still be warm. Now, first remove your clothing and turn out the light.
Chime sighed, and argued with herself in a low muttering tone that caused Inez to turn and see who she
was talking to. "With all respect, while I am sure that I am correct in this matter, I think it is better if
you-who-I-have-been help me-who-I-am to rediscover the rhythm of the fire breathing and to build the
fire within ourself, and then, if appropriate, when I am quite warm, I will remove my clothing and melt the
ice with the warmth generated by this meditation."
Have you studied nothing in this life? Do you not know that comfort cannot be a consideration in the
higher meditations?
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"I was thinking more of health and good sense."
Those have nothing to do with metaphysics. You must sit nude in the cold and dark as far from humanity
as possible.
"Very well.If I must, then I must," Chime said, and began peeling layers.
"What the hell are you doing?" Inez demanded.
"Magic.My former self informs me I must be nude to do this magic so that I may thaw the pilot's body."
"With Stoney, that might do it okay. But if this is really just his body, what are you going to do with it if
the soul is still, you know, back there with the spook trap?"
"Inez, you are a far more perspicacious woman than anyone would guess at first meeting."
"Thanks-I think. Nobody ever called me that before."
"We'll go get the bottles," Chime said, and without bothering to replace her clothing, stepped out of the
ice chamber, carrying the magnesium candle into the cave filled with lost souls that had been neatly
bottled and shelved according to vintage. Except for those separate ones on the table. She filled Inez's
arms and her own just as they heard an enormous crash, followed by the thump of paws hitting the cave
floor.
"Hmmm," Mu Mao said, dabbing at the broken glass with a paw. "These seem to have stayed dead."
"I don't suppose, venerable master, that you noticed if the bottles were open or not before you broke
them," Chime said.
"Well no. In leaping to the top shelf to obtain the best vantage point for my experiment, I, er, began it
with more precipitousness than figured in my original calculations when the shelf did not bear my weight."
"The cat?"Inez said from Chime's elbow. "We could get caught any time and you're talking to the cat?"
"Your experiment has merit, venerable Mu Mao," Chime said, ignoring Inez for the moment. "However,
I ask that in the interests of preventing great confusion, you delay further actual pouncing activity. When I
have completed my own experiment in the next room, please feel free to resume with my blessings."
"A reasonable request," the cat said.
Chime and Inez returned to the ice chamber, and Chime handed Inez the bottle Meru had identified as
being that of the pilot. "When the body is free of the ice, break the seal of the bottle," Chime told her.
"Okay," Inez said. "I'll decantthis Stoney when I seethat Stoney start to thaw."
Chime, facing toward the pilot's frozen body, reached up and doused the prism lamp and afterward the
magnesium candle.
"Hey, how am I going to see him thaw if I can't see my hand in front of my face?" Inez demanded.
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"Quiet, please," Chime told her in a voice that sounded somehow older, deeper, and not quite like hers
at all. "When the time is right, I think you will have no problem seeing. Meanwhile, be still as a stone."
"Or still as Stoney," Inez twittered, but her joke fell into silence, and so did she.
Composeyourself ,Chime's inner self commanded.
"It is very hard when I am so cold and there is much danger. I am filled with dread that that awful man
may find us and imprison us in this ice and our souls in bottles also. Then what would we all do?"
Such thoughts must be put from you.
"I know, but he is a cunning man, very misguided, but very powerful and quite ruthless when it comes to
enforcing his will."
Put away pride. Put away anger. Reject hatred. Reject fear, sloth, stupidity, the desire for the things
belonging to other beings, to other times. Breathe these feelings out as you inhale blessings, the five
wisdoms, the spirit of the Buddha, all that is good, all that is worthy, all that is noble in the world, such as
it is. Take these things into yourself. That's it.
Chime did as directed and felt less cold as she concentrated on divesting herself of her less worthy
emotions.
Now, dismiss your cares-dismiss your thoughts. Dismiss all from your mind, all from your being,
save the golden lotus-the one growing from your navel.
Through her closed eyes Chime saw her bellybutton, saw the flower growing from it, and within the core
of the flower, shining like the sun, a word, a sound that somehow had a life of itsown, and above it
another such word, a note of music, a beam of light, a breathing organism. The vibrations of the second
sound quivered tangibly in the air, so strong that they formed a shape of light and color. From within that
shape a woman stepped.
Dorjee Naljorma,her inner self said.
"But how can that be?" Chime said. "That's me!"
As in a dream, Chime knew the woman before her was herself, though she didn't look anything like [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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